In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

Wang Xingguo whispered, "Grandpa Wang, no matter how many pigs there are, keep them all for me. I can help you sell them for a good price. Selling them to the purchasing agents or the supply and marketing cooperative might get you some receipts and cash subsidies, but it's not worth it at all. I can help you get some coarse grains as subsidies, so the commune will have more grain and everyone can eat a little more, right?"

Wang Changshun nodded and said, "I know. If the price is right, I would certainly prefer to sell to you. After all, you and I share the same ancestry, and we shouldn't let the good stuff go to outsiders. But this year's situation is hard to say. I don't know if you've noticed in the city, but this year, due to the drought, there's less pig feed. The neighboring production brigade has difficulty getting water this year, so they're going to have to deliver one-fifth fewer pigs than originally planned. It's only because our brigade noticed the drought problem and discussed it several times with the elders of each production team, asking everyone to support each other with pig feed, that we have any hope of being able to meet our pig delivery quota this year."

Wang Xingguo patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle this perfectly! I'll get some grain to subsidize it, and the price won't be too low. Our production brigade's pigs will definitely get the best deal!"

Actually, there was no one else, it was just himself!

He has planted far more corn, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and wheat in his space now than in the previous round.

He was confident that by October, he would have produced a good amount of grain, and then he could use the grain plus money to exchange for pigs, which would definitely be a win-win situation for both him and the production brigade.

They have a food shortage and need pork to exchange for better things. It's a win-win situation for both sides, so why not do it?

Wang Xingguo had lunch here. It was a porridge made with corn, wild vegetables, and various other vegetables. It wasn't bad, but this kind of food was definitely not filling.

Wang Changshun had his son pick a dozen or so fragrant pears. These weren't the fragrant pears from Northeast China; they were quite different. Their real name was actually "small fragrant pear."

This small fragrant pear belongs to the Qiuzi pear variety. It is very small, about the size of a crabapple, but it smells very fragrant, so people call it a fragrant pear.

The real fragrant pear is actually the Northeast China's melted pear, also known as a frozen pear!

Wang Xingguo was pleased to thank his sister and boyfriend for their love of the small pears. He then rode away on his tricycle, storing the eggs and pears in his spatial storage before heading towards the city.

When Wang Xingguo returned home, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. He took out the pears and crabapples, leaving half of them for his younger sister and brother, and delivering the rest to the Li family later.

After putting his things away, Wang Xingguo left home and rode his tricycle to the neighborhood office.

He needed to clarify the matter of the house with Director Zhao, because he was quite suspicious and didn't trust what Master Niu had said. He needed to ask Director Zhao himself to feel at ease.

Director Zhao has some connections with the Wang family, because Wang Xingguo's father used to work for Director Zhao.

The neighborhood office was short-staffed, so Wang Xingguo's father went to work as a temporary worker. Later, he went to work at the wire factory, which was also recommended by Director Zhao.

Therefore, Director Zhao treated him like a junior. If he found that Wang Xingguo had done something wrong, he would really discipline him physically. Wang Xingguo had been beaten by Director Zhao quite a few times over the years. But if something happened to him, Director Zhao was one of the few elders who was willing to protect him.

After parking his tricycle at the street office, Wang Xingguo carried a net bag of eggs inside. He went to Director Zhao's office and looked through the window. Zhao was writing documents with a dip pen.

Wang Xingguo knocked on the door, opened it, and went in. He placed the eggs he was carrying on the table and said to Director Zhao with a smile, "Director Zhao, I got some eggs from the countryside today. I was worried you might be short of them, so I saved some for you."

Director Zhao looked at Wang Xingguo and then asked, "You brat, get to the point, stop with this nonsense."

Wang Xingguo said with a smile, "Oh dear, what are you saying? What could be wrong with me? I was just worried that my nephew wasn't getting enough nutrition, so I brought you some eggs to make steamed egg custard for him."

Don't let Director Zhao's age fool you; people of his generation generally get married quite early. In fact, his eldest son's grandson is already five years old, his second son's grandson is already three years old, and he also has a granddaughter and a grandson-in-law.

Director Zhao said impatiently, "Alright, get to the point. I'm in a hurry to write a report."

Wang Xingguo, no longer daring to keep him in suspense, whispered, "Director Zhao, you're saying that someone who conceals their property sold the land deed and property certificate for a house that might be on the unclaimed property list to someone else, and then that person found an elderly person living alone, and a few respected and trustworthy people in the alley to act as notaries. Can this house be transferred to the buyer's name? Can this house be traded later?"

Director Zhao put down his pen, glared at Wang Xingguo, thought for a moment, and replied, "No, because the house is on the list of unclaimed properties. Only after the relevant departments return it will you have the right to sell and transfer ownership. Without this step, the land deed and house deed for this house will not be valid because they will not be stamped and approved by the relevant departments, so you will not be able to obtain a new property ownership certificate. In that case, you can only hold this house forever, but you cannot trade or sell it because you cannot transfer ownership without a property ownership certificate."

Wang Xingguo looked completely bewildered and asked, "Director Zhao, what should I do to make it legal?"

Enraged, Director Zhao rolled up the documents and slammed them against Wang Xingguo's head, yelling, "You idiot, you moron! What else should we do? I've wasted all my time talking to you! Relevant departments? What are relevant departments? Confiscated houses are all under the jurisdiction of our street office. You're asking me what's legal? I'll teach you a lesson you won't learn until I beat you. You're determined to piss me off and drive me crazy, aren't you?"

Wang Xingguo clutched his head, groaning and crying out. Actually, it didn't hurt. Every time Director Zhao hit him, he would pretend to yell and scream like this to satisfy Director Zhao's sense of accomplishment in disciplining a junior.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong..."

Director Zhao stopped what he was doing, looking at Wang Xingguo with exasperation, and couldn't help but yell, "You good-for-nothing bastard! I was planning to wait until I found a better job for you, I told you not to rush, but you just messed around, and now you're being fooled. Get out of here right now, don't get in my way. Seeing you makes me want to punch someone. Get your house deed and land deed back here and show them to me, do you hear me?!"

Wang Xingguo nodded repeatedly, a fawning smile on his face. "Yes, yes, I heard you. I'll come over as soon as I get the house deed and land deed. It's a house in Taotiao Hutong. Didn't our subdistrict office merge this month? It should be fine, right?"

Director Zhao frowned and said, "What do you mean 'no problem'? Bring the land deeds and house deeds over so we can see them first. I don't even know if anyone's eyeing them. Do you really think I can decide what to do with these houses?"

Wang Xingguo quickly replied, "Alright, I'll get the things as soon as possible. I'll trouble you to take care of them. From now on, I'll take care of all the eggs for my nephew and niece."

Director Zhao waved his hand dismissively: "Get lost. Don't get in my way. You're interfering with my report writing. Just seeing you makes me angry. You're such a blockhead, you never get it..."

Wang Xingguo wasn't annoyed at all. He smiled and said goodbye before leaving Director Zhao's office.

How could he not understand?

However, there are some things he has to do as a junior should do. Even if he understands, he has to pretend to be confused and leave some room for his elders to make their own decisions.

If he appears too shrewd, no matter what he does, others will see him as full of scheming.

However, if it is a junior who understands social etiquette but is also a bit naive, no matter what he does, how others perceive him will be completely different.